BRANDON SALVATORE
Killian is deep inside me, my ass clenches around him and I can feel how huge he is. I haven't had enough time to look at his cock, not like I want to, but I am curious to what was giving me this feeling. It's euphoric I won't lie, but that's only because I'm getting accustomed to it. He pulls out and goes in again, I shut my eyes tight, it hurts yes, but not as before and I won't lie, I was hard, for him. Shit, I hate myself, I'll never admit to these feelings because it's forced, I'm trapped and he's fucking me, I'm definitely supposed to feel horny, turned on.
I Inhale deeply, I cannot stay here with him, he'd take away the little self respect I have, he'd destroy it and leave me bare, with nothing. I hold the chains which are hurting my wrist as he fucks me violently, I moan but it sounds like a groan all thanks to the tape. He releases inside me and pulls out. I open my eyes and he turns me over, he removes the tape and kisses my lips, his tongue doing wonders as he eats my lips, tears it apart, something about him and violence. He breaks the kiss and stares at me. "You're beautiful," he whispers and touches my body, abs, but stopping by my abdomen. He moves closer to me and I can feel his breath tickling my skin. He kiss my neck before resting his head on my chest. "I need a rest," he says and closes his eyes. My heart is beating fast and I'm sure he hears it, a smile comes on his face but he doesn't open his eyes. I watch his chest rise and fall, he was probably sleeping.
We're both naked and I stare at the door, I hope it's locked, I wouldn't want anyone coming here to see us like this. To see me, Brandon Salvatore naked and chained to a bed while Killian Mendoza wraps me up in his arms. It's obvious who the vulnerable one is between us and I cannot have anyone seeing me like this.
A ringing phone wakes me up, Killian's still sleeping but with the phone ringing repeatedly, I'm sure he'll wake soon. I blink twice, I don't even know how I managed to sleep off.
The phone rings again and Killian groans, his hands pulling me close and his head on my chest. "The phone's for you," I say, I don't have my phone so it wasn't mine.
He doesn't say a word neither does he attempt standing up. "It could be important, Killian," I say, desperately wanting him to get off me. His eyes finally open and he's looking at me.
"Why do you want me picking the call?"
"The phone woke me up, it's loud enough already but I cannot stop it from ringing, my hands are chained."
He smiles and seats up, his hands on my chest, and for fucks sake, I hate how I'm naked before him. "You're funny Brandon, and I like funny guys." He leans close to kiss my lips but I look away. He forces my face to turn to his and kisses my lips, slowly and softly.
"I'll be away for a while, but I'll come back for you," he touches my abs, running his hand through my body and I resist the urge to snap at him, it might piss him and we both know it doesn't end well when he's upset.
"Safe journey," I say, not like I mean it, I really want to say 'I hope you die' but I won't, not that I can't but just won't. He kisses my lips again, deep and seductive, it's like he can't get enough of me. Well, too bad for him because once I get my feet, I'm going to kill him.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me with a smile. "You're beautiful," he whispers.
I fake a smile. "I'm not a girl."
He chuckles and kiss my neck, earning a low groan from me. "I'm going to release you, you're going to behave yourself so that you don't get punished," he whispers in my ears.
I nod, he should just release me first. "What's it going to be?" He ask, pulling back to look at me.
"Release me first," I say. A smile comes on his face and next, he's reaching out for a drawer, what he brings out causes my eyes to widen but I don't have time to react and he stabs the syringe needle in my neck.